Back poarch where i will read to you when it is spring

I made some of the tea she gave me,
put on Last Days of April,
and here we are.

We don’t know each others’ emails
or phone numbers,
only addresses.

No instant communication,
leading to longing, desire, and agony
Exactly what I’ve always wanted.
It is wonderful.

– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years